ago? Please don't answer, I don't really want to know So don't tell me Don't tell me, don't tell me Don't tell me, don't tell me I have no more to
don't answer, I don't really want to know So don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me I have no more to give you I have no
Traduction: Air Supply. Ne me dites pas.
don't answer, I don't really want to know So don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me Don't tell me I have no more to give you I have
niggers they shit right, and Don't you play soccer by the ocean front? In America, I shovel the snow while I'm smoking blunts You mean to tell me that
I don't need you as much as I really need you So you don't use it to your advantage. But you're essential to me You're the air I breathe I believe if
Sprewell's Ya female e-mailin me all ya details I don't dig up dirt, I shake the Earth And I never say names, I wouldn't waste a verse Off of the top
your air supply Air supply [x6] Baby, though I was your air supply I wish it was easy as pressing reset on a control To restart our love To tape don't
had my fingers crossed [Chorus] Niggas bleed just like us Picture me bein scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me Niggas bleed just like us Picture me
Country had fronted me 20 keys told me to keep 20 G's And forgot to tell me 25 to eternity. Now picture me, in a GS3 with all my fold Versaci Coat, and
me when you wanna to start And where we going you don't have to ask [Chorus:] Come in my sight? with the blunt in the air Let me seduce you, let me play
gets low, low, low, but only cash when i see you nigger she ready to go, go, go, go throw it in the air watch that paper fall don?t know how much i came
it how you wanna But ain't nothin impress me for the last three summers I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga see me when you see me
She'll suck his dick as soon as she meet him Don't have to sell a body for me I don't need her To turn tricks for me, how much you cost, bitch? I'm
loved the money, someone tell me where my bread is I come across a lot of rich kids that die to be thugs But I don't understand them they very, very loved They don't
